Yesterday, Fukiyose Seiri had said that the researchers might try to obtain his DNA data through various means, such as collecting strands of hair or blood samples, just like what had been done with Misaka Mikoto.
An ability test, as the name suggested, was supposed to test abilities only. If other kinds of examinations were mixed in, then something was definitely wrong.
A girl with long beautiful hair and a red armband full of energy noticed Arata. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she walked toward him with her arms crossed. Her impressive chest strained tightly against her school uniform.
"Seriously. This is already the second time we have taken the annual ability test this year. Could this be because of you, Arata?"
"Hey, Fukiyose, why would you say that?" Arata asked in surprise. "Although... maybe it really is because of me."
"It is because the news broadcast on Friday night announced that you became a Level 5 esper. I heard the school even received a special commendation from the higher ups. Maybe they want to see if there are other students like you," Fukiyose Seiri said.
She did not seem particularly shocked that Arata had become a Level 5.
This idiot. He is only a Level 5.
If he were really a Level 5, he could easily transfer to any prestigious elite academy. Yet he stubbornly stayed at this ordinary high school.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
She cursed inwardly while her cheeks flushed slightly and her dark eyes glimmered.
"In other words, the entire day will be wasted on ability testing." Arata sighed helplessly. The research institute had already spent several hours testing his abilities before, and now the entire school had to suspend classes again.
"There is nothing we can do about it. No one here is motivated anyway. After all, most of us are Level 0. Even the second strongest student in the school is only Level 2," Fukiyose said.
"Even I do not want to take the test again. I already spent several hours being tested on Friday. I have absolutely no motivation left," Arata said lazily.
"I am telling you, you are already a Level 5 now. You are the ace of the entire school. You should set a proper example." Fukiyose grabbed Arata by the shoulders like a strict class representative and straightened his posture.
Then she took out a small bottle of milk from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Here. Drink some milk and regain your energy."
She looked at him seriously.
"I hate people who use a lack of motivation as an excuse to slack off in life."
As she spoke, Fukiyose stepped closer and continued lecturing him.
"As the school's ace, you must pull yourself together and become a role model. Everyone, cheer up!"
Arata's lips twitched slightly as he watched the large and imposing figure leaning toward him while speaking with such seriousness.
This situation...
"Well..." Arata said with a teasing smile.
"Do you have something to say?" Fukiyose asked with her arms crossed.
Arata's gaze slowly lowered. His eyes stopped about ten centimeters away from her chest.
"Honestly, Fukiyose, you are really well developed. You do not look like a high school student at all."
Following his gaze, Fukiyose instinctively looked down.
Her cheeks instantly flushed red.
"Do you have a problem with that?" she snapped sharply.
"Absolutely not. Completely satisfied. Not even a little dissatisfied," Arata replied with a bright grin.
"Idiot. Hmph." Fukiyose snorted while her cheeks remained red.
"Although I want to set a good example, everyone here is mostly Level 0. If I become the center of attention by myself, people will only start to resent me. You understand that, right, Fukiyose?" Arata scratched his temple helplessly.
In elite academies it would be different, but here the result would only be jealousy.
"Well... you should still try to motivate everyone," Fukiyose muttered, her expression softening slightly.
"Alright, alright." Arata sighed.
He looked at the warm milk in his hand. It smelled surprisingly nice.
He inserted the straw and took a sip.
"By the way, are you really not surprised that I suddenly became a Level 5?"
"What are you talking about? Even if you are a Level 5, I am still your class representative." Fukiyose pointed at the red armband on her arm.
"I do not want to see you only as the class representative," Arata said with a playful grin.
Fukiyose's cheeks turned bright red and she punched him.
"Idiot!"
Arata casually caught Fukiyose's fist.
Then he took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket and handed it to her. It was something he had obtained from opening a card.
"This is for you, Fukiyose."
"This is..." Fukiyose blinked in surprise.
Then her eyes widened.
"Is this not a very expensive perfume? I heard that many Tokiwadai girls use this brand..."
"Do you like it?" Arata asked with a smile.
"I cannot accept something this expensive. Besides, I hate people who waste money," Fukiyose said while blushing slightly.
"But I already bought it, and there is no one else I could give it to besides you, Fukiyose. So just treat it as helping me solve a problem," Arata said while pretending to look troubled.
"I... I will reluctantly accept it. But you are not allowed to buy such expensive things again," Fukiyose said with flushed cheeks as she carefully accepted the perfume.
"When you graduate in the future, you will definitely become a great wife. I wonder who your husband will be," Arata teased.
"Idiot." Fukiyose clenched her fists and cursed at him again before quickly turning around and leaving.
The surrounding classmates stared in shock.
The school's famous "Iron Maiden" had been defeated so easily.
Amazing.
Not only had he become a Level 5, even his romantic skills were unmatched.
"Wow. Arata, we never expected your ability to jump straight to Level 5. That is really amazing, nya."
A boy with short spiky blond hair, sunglasses, and a gold cross necklace walked over with a roguish smile. His Kansai accent and strange habit of ending sentences with "nya" made him extremely recognizable.
He casually slapped Arata on the shoulder.
"By the way, Tsuchimikado, are you sure you are not causing trouble outside school? Just look at how you dress," Arata said with a raised eyebrow.
"You always tease me like that. It is really frustrating. I just like dressing this way. I am actually a good person, nya," Tsuchimikado Motoharu said.
"I really cannot tell," Arata replied as he walked toward the notice board for the ability test.
Suddenly a crisp cracking sound came from beneath his foot.
"Ahhhhh...! My bank card!"
A boy with messy black hedgehog hair suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Arata, staring desperately at the ground beneath Arata's foot while crying out in despair.
Arata looked down.
How many times had he stepped on Kamijou Touma's bank card now?
T/N- Finally Touma is here.
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